• In a Nutshell

    Critiques crush, yet . . . I persist. Rejections rain, yet . . . I persist. Naysayers speak, yet . . . I persist. Self-doubt hovers, yet . . . I persist. I shield this self-doubt with my mantra. As an aspiring children’s writer, I’d like to proclaim my mantra written by a famous somebody… Continue Reading

  • Glory in the Meadow

    When a great teacher passes, he leaves behind . . . golden memories . . . of love . . . in God’s glorious garden of life. When a great teacher passes, he leaves behind . . . no doubts . . . of his destination. “I will be in glory,” he assures us. When… Continue Reading

  • The Possibility of the Impossible

    When the object and the subject of my prayer become one, I can move mountains. I know this to be true, for I have experienced it firsthand. It requires an intensity of focus that is not easy to achieve . . . and only comes with practice. Some call it meditation. But I call it… Continue Reading

  • Wild Blackberry Banter

    My first reaction to a situation tells me a lot about me. ******* If you were to unexpectedly drop by Peacock Prairie late in the morning, ideally this would be my reaction: Dog barks. I stop my writing and look up from my computer. Someone’s here. Who could it be? Pre-showered, in a mis-matched outfit,… Continue Reading

  • One Little Thing

    Throughout my day, my mind is peppered with ideas of ways to spread love– reach out to that one, drop that one a note, open up to that one, hug that one, stop and pay attention to that one, give some time to that one. Often the ideas are out of my comfort zone, so… Continue Reading

  • Rainbow Splashes

    Nature’s palette paints the morning. Rainbow colors everywhere. Feathered friends in springtime splendor, Sing a sunrise love affair. Cheerful fellow, rosy blush. Splashy orange in jelly rush. Goldfinch robed in yellow hue, Warbler cloaked in dazzling blue. Hummer green among the blooms. Purple martins, crowded rooms. Who am I amongst this beauty? Who am I amidst this flair?… Continue Reading

  • Serenity

    This morning in the vegetable garden, under a canopy of brilliant blue, surrounded by a chorus of jenny wrens, bluebirds, and song sparrows, I planted miracles. As I dropped the tiny, almost imperceptible, seeds into the soil, I was confident they would eventually transform, by some mysterious miracle, into crunchy lettuce. Many of you think I… Continue Reading